The Warrior's Pet (Cadi Warriors Book 1)

by Stephanie West

  Dagaa had probably come looking for Giselle, well she was here alright, doing all manner of mischievous yet glorious things. Dagaa's head was slightly tilted in confusion and then a light went on in his eyes. His mouth tipped up in an ornery grin before stepping back out and leaving them alone. Giselle was going to be the ruin of him. Kagan would hear no end to this from his friend for sure, but he didn't care.

  Kagan tipped his head back and listened to the wet slurping sounds as Giselle rolled her tongue and sucked him deep. She kept returning to stroke a particular spot that made him jolt and spurt a fraction of his seed. Giselle would lap at him and moan. The vibration had Kagan going stiffer, if that was even possible, his balls tightening up. Giselle found his aching sack and massaged the globes with one hand as she pumped his shaft with the other. He was so slick from her saliva running down his member that her hands slipped easily over his skin. Giselle held him tight her stroke rapid. Kagan was close, so close, the gripping burning desire moving up his spine.

  Giselle's slick wandering fingers moved from his balls to explore ever lower where she encountered the pucker of his ass.

  "Jeezelle!" He barked wondering what the hell she was up to.

  A second later Kagan cursed out a groan as his naughty pet slipped one of her long slick fingers into his ass. He stiffened up, and every muscle quivered as she rotated her finger tip glancing against something incredibly sensitive. Giselle moaned and sucked furiously, pumping his shaft harder as she stroked him with her unbelievable wayward little finger.

  Kagan lost all composure and burst on a deafening roar shooting his seed down Giselle's throat.

  It took him several moments to come back to reality but when he did, he saw Giselle sitting back happily licking her lips.

  "I have just learned two things." Giselle said with a seductive languid smile and heavy-lidded gaze.

  "What is that?" Kagan asked as he caught his breath.

  "You are just as noisy as I am, and you taste like candied ginger." Giselle ran her naughty pink tongue over her lips slowly.

  Kagan lunged forward and grabbed Giselle forgetting all of his earlier concerns.

  Giselle

  Sucking a man's cock had never turned her on so thoroughly, her pussy practically gushed. Giselle was rather proud she'd been able to wring such a response from Kagan. The way he tasted was an added pleasant surprise. It had her feverishly working his cock and enjoying every minute of it.

  "Uh oh." Giselle exclaimed as Kagan lunged for her.

  He spun her around and gripped her to his chest one hand capturing her breast, the other her mound. Giselle could clearly feel Kagan's rock hard cock grind into her ass.

  "How are you recovered so soon?" She squeaked in surprise.

  "Your men do not have such stamina?" Kagan husked in her ear then licked the curve of her neck.

  Giselle shivered as the sensation of his mouth went straight to her nipples and her clit.

  "No they don't. Use your teeth please a little harder." Giselle begged.

  "Who is the Daimio here?" Kagan's deep voice rumbled as his mouth hovered at her ear.

  Giselle trembled at the dominant declaration. He could master her like this all he wanted.

  "You are." She husked.

  "And do you like my shaft buried in your tight body Jeezelle?" The way Kagan growled her name was agonizingly erotic as he ghosted kisses along her neck. Goosebumps rose up on her skin. Giselle could almost come from this alone.

  "Yes." Giselle hissed.

  Kagan let his cock slip through her folds and emerge from between her thighs. This wasn't the ride she wanted. Giselle needed more. His studded shaft rubbed against her sensitive wet lips and swollen clit. Giselle jumped. Looking down at Kagan's engorged length as he sawed back and forth was a provocative sight. Her vagina cramped, empty, wanting desperately to be filled.

  Giselle reached back and gripped Kagan's hips her nails digging in as she ground her pussy onto him, clenching her thighs tight around his massive shaft.

  "I have thought about taking you from behind." Kagan husked. "It is not something my people do but I love the sight of your behind." He said as he squeezed her ass.

  Doggy style was likely impossible for the Cadi since they had tails. It was one of Giselle's favorite positions.

  Suddenly Kagan bent Giselle over so that she was on her hands and knees. His large body caged hers. One hand moved to her mouth and muffled her as he thrust his fat cock into her soaked pussy.

  Giselle screamed into his hand, her eyes rolling back as she bucked from Kagan's sudden deep penetration. There was no preamble, he didn't ease in slowly as he did the first time. She was forced to accept the entire length and breadth of him all at once. Giselle was stretched painfully tight and so damn full she practically felt him in her throat. Her pussy cramped and writhed as Kagan pressed against her womb. The sweet agony was enough to squeeze tears from her eyes. The exquisite pain morphed rapidly into unrivaled ecstasy. Kagan's brutal possession only serving to inflame her desire.

  "More!?" Kagan growled part question part demand, releasing her mouth for her reply.

  "Oh GOD yes." Giselle moaned as he pulled slowly out abrading her trembling channel.

  Kagan muffled her again as he thrust in deeper than before his balls hitting her clit. Giselle cried out from the sensation seeing stars dance before her eyes. This position caused him to rub her in different sensitive places as he stretched the slick walls of her vagina to the breaking point.

  "Try to keep it down pet." Kagan grabbed a blanket and put it beneath her head. Giselle shoved her face into it biting down on the material as Kagan gripped her hips.

  He started thrusting and Giselle soared. Just as she thought she was nearing her peak Giselle felt his hand shift and Kagan thrust a thick finger into her ass. He was getting her back for earlier.

  Giselle tossed her head back and forth as Kagan pounded into her while he fingered her ass with deep strokes. His balls slapped into her clit as his fat head slammed into her G-spot. Giselle's entire body lit up like a Christmas tree. It was too much, not enough.

  "YES! FUCK me Kagan."Giselle snarled then bit down on the blanket again as he hammered her harder in reply.

  The wave of mounting ecstasy crested an instant later. Rapture seized her every synapse. A blinding white miasma overwhelmed her vision as Giselle's back arched. Her pussy spasms so intense that Kagan snarled and erupted for a second time, bathing her channel with his seed. The way his thick cock undulated inside scattered Giselle's already shattered mind making her quake with the over stimulation.

  Giselle felt herself lifted and was surprised to find Kagan lowering her into a warm bath moments later. She gasped as the water lapped at her sensitive flesh. His large hands roamed carefully over her body and gently between her legs.

  "Tell me, how are you little warrior?" Kagan asked as his wet fingers caressed her tender folds.

  "Good." She smiled up at him feeling sated and soothed.

  "I think that might be my new favorite way to mount you." Kagan grinned.

  Giselle nodded.

  Kagan held her in his arms looking down on her with his dark assessing eyes. It made her stomach flutter. Giselle reached up and gripped his biceps.

  "You are unlike any female I have known." Kagan said. "Put your mouth on mine again."

  Giselle smiled and rose up to meet his descending lips. Kagan's hands cupped her head and gripped her ass as their mouths melded in a hungry kiss. She couldn't seem to get enough of him as their mouths dueled. Kagan broke away with a wicked grin.

  "If we don't stop this neither of us will get any sleep tonight."

  "Are you sure you don't want me to wash you?" Giselle replied coyly.

  Kagan groaned when her hand dipped to his swelling cock. He took her hands and rose them to his mouth kissing her knuckles.

  "No wicked pet. Some of us have to lead an army come sunrise." Kagan said as he took her back to the bed of piled blankets.

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nbsp; Giselle would've happily played all night long but Kagan was rights he had important obligations. Plus her desire to screw the night away was probably a bit ambitious, the huge man pushed her to her limits.

  Giselle's nipples hardened and her womb cramped in response to the lurid thought of Kagan fucking her body long after she lay mindless, exhausted, and compliant, incapable of doing anything except spreading her legs and accepting Kagan as he rutted his massive cock into her.

  "Jeezelle what are you thinking?" Kagan asked huskily as his firm body pressed against her back.

  "Of you fucking me till I can no longer move then fucking me some more as I do nothing but orgasm in your arms."

  "I scented your desire but Holy Kali female you're insatiable." Kagan groaned, his cock stiff at her behind. "You amaze me."

  "You're not too bad yourself." Giselle smiled. She yawned and snuggled into Kagan's warm chest as he stroked her arm.

  Maybe there was hope after all.

  Kagan quo Rordan

  Kagan awoke to find Giselle wrapped in his arms, his stiff shaft fully embedded in her warm slick channel.

  "Is this your plan to keep me from running off in the night?" Giselle asked sleepily.

  Kagan chuckled then they both moaned as his shaft rubbed along her silken sheath. The flap on the tent flew open and Dagaa stepped in looking serious. Giselle tucked her head beneath the blanket.

  "Daimio we have to move out the Scelus Cadi have been sighted."

  Kagan nodded soberly. He could see from the cast of the sky it was earlier than they had planned to head out which wasn't good. Kagan reluctantly pulled free of Giselle. He rapidly dressed and made sure Giselle had a cloak as he strapped on his cutlass and bladed telum.

  Kagan hated to hide the fact that Giselle was his marked. It felt deceitful. The conjugo was a mark proudly displayed by the Cadi. But Giselle was not Cadi and though Kagan was more enamored by her every day, it was doubtful his people would see it the same way.

  Kagan needed to discuss this with Giselle, she needed to understand the complexities of what this meant but now was not the time. It was best for Giselle to be covered anyway since she seemed to get chilled and burnt easily in the midday sun. There was no way he'd have her suffer just to parade around the fact that he marked her, even if he could.

  Kagan pulled back the tent flap to admit the few soldiers and Toufik that would quickly pack up his tent.

  "You go do what you need to. Let me help here." Giselle insisted seeing the urgency.

  The warriors looked surprised that his pet would dare to give him instructions but Kagan just cast them an amused look. He knew Giselle well enough to know in her way she was telling him not to worry about her that she wasn't helpless or afraid. She was right he would've probably personally carried her to one of the transports instead of seeing to it that the warriors were readied.

  As Kagan left Giselle was aiding the Toufik in packing the blankets into crates along with the few other things in his sparse tent.

  "What are we looking at?" Kagan asked Dagaa.

  "When I communicated with our regional army to confirm their position Cyprian reported sending a drone out to check on our location since we've been so quiet." Dagaa related.

  Kagan nodded. Of course they were quiet, they had kept communication to a minimum while in enemy territory. Cyprian, the commander of his regional army, must have been truly concerned to send one of their few drones out to check on the small clandestine group.

  "We've got the contingent of Scelus Cadi we raided half a day or less South, visual confirmation by our patrolling warriors. They're gaining fast on us since we freed them of their Toufik burden. But man Kagan, Vigdis is pissed. The drone reported Vigdis organized his entire regional army, and it's hot on our heels."

  "So Vigdis figured out this little stunt was in retaliation for last season." Kagan smirked. "I want the caravan cloaked. The Scelus Cadi are far enough out that the cloak should be able to scramble their long range scope. I will call Cyprian and have him gather our army at the pass and attempt to station warriors on the high ground in case Vigdis is foolish enough to attempt to advance through the pass."

  Kagan and Dagaa barked out orders to the men. He glanced to see Giselle and little Sabin following the warrior's lead and hefting a crate into a cargo transport. Giselle was observant as she positioned provisions where they could easily be accessed while on the move. He watched as she pointed to the crates cataloging the location of food, medical and combat goods.

  Giselle

  Giselle sat in the transport with Sabin at her side. She did her best to not look too grim for the boy's sake. One of the warriors flipped a switch on the hovering wagon and a shrill pulsing sound accosted Giselle's ears.

  "Holy Hell." Giselle's hands flew to her ears.

  Giselle saw Sabin speak to her his face scrunched in concern but she couldn't hear what he said over the high-pitched whine. She shook her head and pointed at whatever the warrior had flipped on.

  "It's loud." Giselle said to Sabin.

  The boy along with several warriors looked at her in surprise as the caravan started forward. Apparently she'd said that louder than intended. She was clearly the only one affected since no one was cringing or holding their head. She would just have to make the best of it. Giselle tore off a bit of material from a cleaning cloth and shoved it into her ears. It helped but didn't deaden the awful sound entirely.

  If Giselle thought they moved fast before, she was wrong. She felt like she was on the back of an open air race car. If the circumstances weren't so harrowing this would have been exhilarating. Giselle was a bit of an adrenalin junky. She looked over at the lithe black and tan striped manx. It was amazing how they moved swiftly keeping pace with the smaller hovering chariots, referred to as rota.

  The wind whipped in her hair as the landscape passed in a blur. They were lucky they had moved out of the marsh land and the jungle which would slow their progress, but the rolling grassland posed its own problems. The open terrain offered little to no cover.

  The day wore on and the mountain range on either side of them started to close in again on either side of the valley. There was a commotion. The warriors goaded their manx and the transports faster, but Giselle couldn't hear what they were saying back and forth. Based on the warriors' expressions it wasn't good.

  Giselle turned and looked towards the back of the caravan. Her eyes widened as she saw the rapidly approaching Scelus Cadi horde. They outnumbered Kagan's men easily two to one, not counting the Toufik who didn't fight.

  The rear of the caravan tightened ranks. Amazingly the band of rota spun around to face the enemy while still moving forward with the rest of the caravan. Even the manx riders did an agile leap and pivoted midair so they now faced backwards on the swiftly moving beasts.

  Giselle gasped as she watched the bevy of one-man rota start firing at each other. Giselle stared in amazement and horror as a laser hit one of the rota at the end of their caravan. The vehicle was entirely obliterated. Shrapnel flew every direction.

  "Oh God."

  The rider was lost, there would be no saving the warrior from a blast like that. Kagan's warriors were returning fire in equal measure taking out the enemy. But would it be enough?

  Giselle nearly cried out as a spray of dirt rained sand and debris into the transport.

  "Sabin get down!" She hollered as she shoved the boy between two crates onto the wagon floor.

  The warriors were doing a good job keeping the enemy at bay but the center of their caravan was still at risk. Giselle could hear the skirmish over top of the muffled whine but couldn't make out the orders the warriors skirting the transport were yelling at each other. She huddled over top of Sabin while keeping a watchful eye on the conflict.

  The way the Cadi on both sides fought in a tight regimented formation wasn't a great tactic against such modern weapons, it was like shooting fish in a barrel. Kagan's warriors were trying to protect the cargo transports, so they did
n't have a lot of options but the enemy could've fared better if they spread out. Vigdis was a fool and probably didn't care how many men he lost using such an ill conceived formation.

  Giselle heard a deafening noise and saw the rota two lines back explode. Something hit Giselle's arm, and she looked down to see a gash in her cloak. A long swath of blood welled up an instant later. Giselle looked down to Sabin and was relieved the boy was unscathed. She opened a crate and pulled out several blankets, piling them on top of the boy.

  Sabin said something while staring at her arm. Giselle nodded and shrugged out of her cloak. The gash along her arm wasn't too bad it would stop in a minute, adrenalin numbing the pain. The intense hormonal rush also had her sweating. Giselle tied the arms of the cloak around her waist creating a wrap dress, rather than putting the stifling thing back on.

  The transport jolted careening hard to the left.

  Giselle righted herself and looked to see one of the manx nearby weaving. The poor beast's flank was scraped up from where he jostled into the transport, but beyond that the manx looked uninjured.

  The rider however was collapsed facing the rear of the striped beast. There was blood all down the warrior's side though he appeared to still be breathing. Giselle looked to the other warriors, but they were too occupied defending against the enemy.

  Giselle watched the injured man weave as the manx veered away from the transport. The beast was adrift without its rider to direct him. The manx had no clue which direction to go. The frothing manx was wide eyed, huffing in confusion as the barely conscious warrior slid further to one side.

  She had to do something, or the warrior was going to fall and get crushed. Plus the next time the manx ran into the transport it might cause a wreck.

  "Stay down." Giselle told Sabin.

  Giselle grabbed a rope and watched as the manx again veered their way. Although she'd ridden horses on more than one occasion, she was far from a jockey. Giselle stood up, gauged the distance and said a little prayer before taking a leap. She led with one foot hoping to land astride the beast. Giselle's foot slipped on the manx's sweaty back but she grabbed its scruff and held on for dear life as her ass crashed down between the creature's shoulders.